“Odysseus himself I saw not; for it chanced that a ship was sailing for Dulichium, and the king commended me to her captain, bidding him carry me thither with all care and tenderness.  Now this man was a villain, and be devised evil against me; for when we left the coast of Thesprotia, he stripped me of the raiment which the king had given me, clothed me in these rags, and bound me with cords, intending to sell me as a slave.  In the evening he landed in Ithaca, leaving me, bound as I was, in the ship.  But I broke my bonds, and escaped by swimming to another part of the coast, where I lay all night in a thicket.  In the morning they sought me with great outcry, but found me not; and after awhile they sailed away.  When they were gone I arose, and was led by Heaven’s hand to thy doors.”

The swineherd listened attentively to the well-imagined tale, and when it was ended he said:  “Hapless man, thou hast been the very sport of Destiny, and my heart is big when I think of thy wanderings and thy woes.  But as touching Odysseus, that part of thy story likes me not; methinks ’tis a cunning invention to flatter my ears.  Long ago I was deceived by a false report, brought hither by a wandering exile like thee, who said that he had seen Odysseus repairing his ships in Crete, and bade us look for his coming in the autumn of that year.  Since then I have closed my ears against all such rumours, and therefore I say, tell me no more of him, for I cannot and will not believe but that he is dead.”

II

Evening was now coming on, and it was time for the herdsmen to return with their charge from the feeding-ground.  Presently, with huge commotion, and multitudinous din, the swine were driven home and penned in their styes.  Then Eumaeus called to his helpers, and bade them bring the best of the herd to make savoury meat for his guest “Spare not,” he said, “to bring the fattest and choicest of them all, for why should we be careful, when strangers devour our labour?” So they brought a hog of five years old, exceeding fat, and having slaughtered it they offered sacrifice, not forgetting a prayer for the return of Odysseus.  When all rites of religion were duly paid, they roasted the flesh, and served it on wooden platters.  Odysseus was honoured by Eumaeus with a choice portion of the loin.

When they had finished, night came on, dark and stormy, with furious gusts of rain and wind.  Just as they were about to retire to rest, Odysseus, who seldom spoke without a purpose, turned to his kind host and said:  “Eumaeus, the good wine has loosened my tongue, and moved me to tell thee a story of long ago, when these withered limbs were in their lusty prime, and my heart burned with the fire of youth.  Then I was chosen with Menelaus and Odysseus to lead an ambush under the walls of Troy.  With a picked company we took up our position in a marshy place, and lay down in our armour among the rushes.  It